Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ When You Least Expect ❯ One's own master ( Chapter 11 )

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AN: This chapter is dedicated to W-Chan, Kandy, Alexander, me, and Comicvegeta (love the name). Special thanks always to Susan and Kahlan Nightwing.

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Eighteen stuck her head in the door and looked around.

"Bulma?" she called.

Bulma stepped out of the bathroom smoothing down the skirt of the green velvet dress she wore. Eighteen expelled the breath she had been holding. She had been pulling her hair out with worry for her friend since last night when the prince asked her to stay behind. She didn't really think that Vegeta had asked her to stay just to hurt her but she did fear that Bulma would say something to cause him to hurt her. The few times she had seen them together, Bulma had somehow always succeeded in raising the prince's ire. To be honest the only other person she had ever seen get this much emotion out of the prince was his mother. Though the emotion she got was quite different than that that Bulma received.

She walked over to Bulma and gave her a long once over, receiving a laugh from the princess. She spread her arms and made a little circle. "See, I'm just fine."

Eighteen didn't even smile. "What happened?" she asked.

Bulma sighed and walked over to her bed. She sat down and looked up at Eighteen. "Nothing."

"Nothing," she responded suspiciously.

"Really nothing. I told you he was strange. He didn't even speak to me until we were practically to my room."

"He walked you to your room?!" Eighteen asked in surprise.

Bulma nodded. "See that just proves my point. And then when I pointed out how odd he was he got all upset. Then he tried to kiss me!"

"Kiss you!" Eighteen said as she sat down next to Bulma.

"Well maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but he was so close. I'm sure he at least thought about it," Bulma said.

Eighteen bit her lip. "What did he say to make you think this?"

"Something about keeping my distance or something?" Bulma said.

Eighteen shook her head. "Bulma, you must be mistaken. If the prince had wanted to kiss you, he would have."

"But Eighteen, he was this close," Bulma protested as she put her face inches from the other woman's. Eighteen immediately leaned back. Bulma sat back and smiled confidently. "See," she said.

"Well if you say so," Eighteen said skeptically. She stood up and smiled down at the princess. "Now if we're all done with the girl talk, I have some good news for you."

"Really? What?" Bulma asked eager for any good news.

"Well, you know that tour you've been annoying me about," at Bulma's nod she continued, "well I've finally gotten Nappa to agree."

"Really?" Bulma asked excitedly. True a tour didn't sound like much, but she'd do anything to get out of this room.

"Yes, but there are a few stipulations."

"Stipulations?"

"Yes. Apparently I'm not the only one who realizes that you often upset Prince Vegeta greatly and that you seem to do it intentionally-" Eighteen started.

"I do no such thing-" Bulma cut her off only to have her companion raise her hand for silence.

When Bulma closed her mouth, Eighteen crossed her arms. "Either you follow the rules that Nappa has laid out or we don't go."

Bulma crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. "Fine. What are the rules?"

"Rule one: If by any chance we happen to see Prince Vegeta, in no way are you to aggravate him. Two: You are not allowed to aggravate Prince Vegeta and last but not least: You are not, by any means, to aggravate Prince Vegeta. Understand?"

Bulma rolled her eyes skyward. "Uh…what was rule two?" At Eighteen's frown, Bulma held up her hands. "Joking," she said.

"Well, it wasn't funny. Now if you're ready, we can go." Bulma nodded her head and stood. They walked to the door but just before they stepped into the hall, Eighteen stopped her. "Bulma, please behave," she pleaded.

Bulma placed a hand on her shoulder. "I won't get in any trouble. I promise."

Reluctantly, Eighteen nodded her head and they left the room.

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Vegeta placed his elbow on the armrest and laid his chin on his fist. He was in the pilot chair on the main deck. He had been distracted all morning because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He had wanted to kiss her. But why? She was annoying, disrespectful, and well…annoying. And yet…

Her lips had looked so inviting and he could tell from the look in her eyes that she wouldn't have fought him. Luckily, good sense had prevailed and he had been able to stop himself just in time. He hadn't been able to stop himself from thinking about her last night, though. It wasn't just the image of her warm supple body withering beneath his, but also her last words kept bothering him. In my stay here, you'll learn I don't take suggestions very well. What was that supposed to mean? If the little princess wanted a ride, all she had to do was say so.

He growled in aggravation causing several crew members to throw him questioning looks. He ignored them. Maybe his father was right. He needed one good romp to set his mind straight. He couldn't remember the last time he had mated. His training had taken top priority to any sexual desires he may have had. Maybe it was time he made the little blond wench live up to her duties.

He grunted. Funny how the blond didn't sound as appetizing as the little princess did. He ran his hand through his hair. He needed to stop thinking about this. It was putting him in an even fouler mood than he was already in.

The main deck door slid open and Bulma and Eighteen stepped inside. When Eighteen spotted the prince's flaming hair standing over the high pilot's chair, she grabbed Bulma's arm and tried to turn her around.

"I think we should go," she said, foreseeing trouble.

But Bulma was in awe. This was the only part of the ship, that she had seen, which didn't look like a lavish palace. In her spear time at home, she could often be found tinkering with some gadget or another and the ships in the docking bay had always grabbed her attention. Needless to say, she was in heaven.

"What are you two doing here?"

Bulma looked up at the man who had brought her here. "We're taking the tour," she said.

"I want you to take her out of here, now," Nappa told the servant.

"Oh, please don't make us go. I promise not to bother the prince," Bulma pleaded.

"You already are," came the voice from the chair. He didn't even turn around.

Bulma bit her lip. "Your majesty, if you will allow us to take a quick look around, we'll be gone before you even know it."

Vegeta turned in his chair, giving her a quick once over. He grunted and turned back to the window.

"You have five minutes," Nappa growled. At Bulma's nod, he returned to what he had been doing before.

Bulma walked around the room, convincing many of the officers to show her what many of the panels did. She was ecstatic. Finally, she had found something that could hold her interest on this ship. Maybe if she played her cards right, she might be able to convince the prince to let her come up here more often.

"Your majesty, this area has been cleared. She's nowhere in the perimeter," reported a young Saiyan at the front console.

"Fine. Let's get out of here. Full speed," Vegeta answered.

"But your majesty, full speed will use up most of the fuel we retrieved from Isles-" the boy tried.

"Did you not hear what I said boy?" Vegeta cut him off.

"But he's right."

Vegeta frowned and looked to his left. "What did you say?"

Bulma's eyes widened at the anger in his voice. What had she said? "I was just pointing out that you should listen when someone knows more about a subject than you do."

Eighteen's gasp from behind her let her know she'd said the wrong thing. Again.

Vegeta stood up and roared, "Get Out! Everyone out now!" People quickly headed for the exits and when Bulma moved to do so, Vegeta pointed his finger at her. "Don't you move," he said, emphasizing each word.

Bulma gulped as Eighteen moved in front of her. "Your majesty she didn't mean any harm. It was my fault. I didn't clearly instruct her in our ways," she said quickly.

"I said get out," Vegeta said through clenched teeth.

Eighteen sadly nodded her head and left the room.

As the door slid shut Bulma didn't even have time to plead her case, for Vegeta fazed out and reappeared in front of her and wrapped his tail around her waist.

"Let me make something very clear to you," his voice a dangerously low growl, "I am the master of this damn ship and no spoiled little princess is going to contradict me in front of my men. Am I understood?"

Bulma quickly nodded her head. Vegeta looked over her face and frowned as if he found something he didn't like.

"Why do you insist on making me want to kill you?" he asked truly puzzled.

"I don't know, your majesty," she said.

The slight quiver in her voice made him feel kind of bad for scaring her. But only a little. He loosened his tail slightly, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to let go completely.

"You're very annoying, you know that," he stated.

"I've be told so once or twice," she answered though it hadn't been a question.

He looked into her cerulean eyes and then glanced at her lips. He heard her breathing become heavier. Of it's own accord, his tail tighten around her waist again and he leaned in. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, he stopped.

Oh no you don't, Bulma thought as she leaned in just an inch and touched her lips to his. She brushed her lips across his unmoving ones. When he didn't respond, she pulled backed and looked into his dark eyes. What made me do that? I don't even like him, she thought.

"I'm sorry," she murmured as she tried to pull away but his tail held her.

She was startled as his hands framed her face. "You should be," he said as he leaned in and kissed her gently. She moaned in surrender and slipped her arms around his waist. He slightly increased his pressure on her lips then ran his tongue along them. She parted her lips and allowed him entrance. He gently massaged her tongue with his. Bulma sighed. She had only been kissed twice in her life, both times by Kakarot, and no offense to her dear friend, she had to say that this was much, much better.

Vegeta pulled back and released her waist. He gazed into her eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking. He stepped back. "Go to your room, princess," he said softly.

Bulma swallowed and nodded her head then left the room.

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Vegeta walked towards his quarters. Well he had certainly gotten himself into a bind. Now what was he supposed to do with her? Killing her was now definitely out of the question. Then again, something told him that it had always been out of the question. None the less, kissing her was definitely a mistake and yet he felt the urge to go to her room and do it again…and again.

He entered his room and walked over to the bar. He removed his gloves and grabbed a bottle of Zyemeack, a popular Saiyan drink. He poured a glass and just as he touched it to his lips, he heard voices drifting in from his bedroom. Soundlessly, he set the glass on the bar and fazed over to the doorway. He was baffled by what he saw.

The witch was hovering in front of his vid screen. The Queen, dressed in black and gold with her long black hair braided in a single plait and her bangs naturally spiked upwards, sat on her throne, her eyes full of excitement.

"So you think it is she, Bubba?" she asked.

"I know it is she," the witch said confidently.

The Queen's face lit up. "This is wonderful! If she's half as feisty as my son complains, than she'll make a magnificent addition to this family. From what I hear, she'll make the perfect mate for my Vegeta."

"It is only a matter of time before he belongs to her," Bubba said.

"Splendid! Now, make sure Vegeta knows nothing of this. If I know my son, he'll fight it, especially if it means belonging to a mere woman," Argana instructed with a smile.

"Yes, my Queen."

"Contact me the next time you can. Goodbye." The screen cut off. Bubba turned on her ball and flew towards the wall right above his bed. Just when she was about to hit it, a small door opened and she flew right through. The door then closed as if it had never been there.

Vegeta felt rage boiling deep within him. Not only had his own mother encouraged the witch to invade his private quarters but they were also planning his future as if he was nothing more than a puppet. And with the little princess of all people! He couldn't believe it!

Well he'd show them! He would just stay away from the woman. Nobody, not his mother, not the witch, not the little princess, not even those damn writings were going to own him.

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Finally I updated! I hope you guys liked it. Please don't forget to review (this means you Kahlan ^_^).